On light’s timely birth

I descend on that big metal box

Sore eyes and tight fibers

Lead me to the arc of nature

Lay hands in open cold box

To find crimson gem

A beacon of her sweet salutation

Fellow man wrapped sweet buds

I pour her love on glass

And surround it with friends

The crown is her’s

Even next to faces staring back

Placing juice of life to mouth

Blood on lips, flames on plate

Experience drowned in red light

Bubble that chuckle out from depths

Dash to ascend steps

Back up to what’s known

Rest and remember

That sensorium flare